Dig deeper into the catacombs of my womb
You’ll finally find me
Disfigured creature of the night
And you claim to love me?
Are you mad? No one can worship this Queen
Veiled gracefully to fool any being
Sipping wine from the forbidden chalice
I spat on your holy grail
Tarnishing it with lust
No wonder you’re disgusted
Tried to purge my soul
Only to cause failure
Undeserving of your purity
I clawed my way into your heart
Like a hungry beast devouring flesh
My demons enjoyed that feast
Your blood in my hands
Mockingly smeared all over my curves
And they licked it so good
False virtue is our weakness
In which set the stage
Tentacles drooling each time they see you
Quite disturbed as this agony sucks me dry
And forever consumed by this sickness
Penance self indulgent, seeking cure
Because I love you

Janet~

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Originally posted by Ravi

with your charms and my balls, we could rule the world...or a significant part thereof.

wow..Never seen this side of you Janet. Honestly, the poem is raw and lays it all down, very powerful. The mood your in can lead to brilliance if controlled, and I think you hit that this time. Great Job!